Li Huowang lay prone in the Bamboo Forest, using the shrubs for cover as he waited for Qing Wanglai's help.
Yet as time slowly passed, Li Huowang began to feel pain in his hand, and it only grew worse.
Yang Na, holding the firearm taken from the enemy, immediately noticed something was wrong with Li Huowang. She hurriedly asked with concern, "How are you? Are you okay? Why don't I help you leave first?"
Li Huowang stubbornly shook his head. When he flung his severed hand onto the ground, the intense pain instantly cleared his mind considerably.
"No. I can't trust them at a time like this. Besides, if we fail this time, I'm afraid even White Jade Capital will be gone. Where could we possibly run?"
As he spoke, Li Huowang edged closer to her. "It's fine. It just hurts a little. As long as you're here, I won't die."
Seeing the worry on Yang Na's face, Li Huowang immediately added in a deliberately carefree tone, "It's fine. As long as we can kill Fu Sheng Tian's Siming, my hand can still grow back."
But in truth, Li Huowang had no confidence at all. He did not know which of Fu Sheng Tian's Siming bore the karma of his severed hand.
Yang Na's heart leaped with joy at that. "What about your eye? If we win everything, does that mean your eye can come back too?"
Li Huowang froze at those words and reached up to touch his empty eye socket. "I don't know. Probably, I guess."
"It will! It'll definitely come back!" Yang Na nodded firmly, silently making up her mind. No matter what, she had to find a way to retrieve Li Huowang's eyeball—the one that represented chaos.
Suddenly, a powerful buzzing drifted down from overhead. Drones